The Worst Of Me(Treebros)

Chapter Eleven: Miguel

Connor's POV

He ran into the bathroom. It was probably the first place someone would check if they were looking for him.

Connor locked himself in a stall and sat hugging his knees on the toilet lid. He sobbed quietly to himself.

Why did I have to mess up?

Stupid.

You should just leave. Evan wouldn't have to be dragging down with you and your stupid problems.

You're worthless. Nothing.

Just leave.

Just leave.

Leave.

Leaving sounding like a good idea right now. But that wouldn't be enough. He would have to pay the price of the pain he caused for everyone.

Connor unlocked the stall and smashed the mirror of the sinks. Three or four pieces of glass stuck into his hand, but he couldn't care less.

Connor grabbed the sharpest piece he could find and slowly dragged it against his pain skin.

He had stopped cutting two months ago. Well, more like two months ago Zoe found him cutting and stole all his sharp objects and made him promise to stop. And his parents also locked the medicine cabinet. 

That's another promise you broke to Zoe. You're own little sister.

Connor slid himself down the wall and continued slicing his arms.

Five for yelling at Evan.

Five more for almost hitting him.

Ten for lying to Zoe.

Two for breaking your promise to Zoe.

Connor moved to his other arm when he ran out of room. He felt his left arm sting as fuck, but he ignored it as blood splashed on the dirty bathroom floor.

Three for disappointing your mom.

Three for disappointing your dad.

Seven for being such a fuck-up.

Two just because you're doing this.

Connor was just about to make another cut when he heard the door open slowly.

He chucked the bloody glass piece into the trash can and hid his arms, but not before someone saw them.

"CONNOR!!" Evan cried, collapsing into the taller boy. "DON'T YOU DARE MAKE ANOTHER SINGLE MARK IN THOSE ARMS OF YOURS OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL LITERALLY PUNCH YOU!!"

He began crying hard in Connor shoulder, hugging him tight. Connor let his tears fall and hug twice as tightly back.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry. Please don't be mad at me," Connor begged, in between cries.

Evan shook his head. "I'm not m-mad. I c-could never be mad at y-you. Unless you c-cut down a tree, then I will kill y-you," he joked, trying to lighten up the mood.

Connor chuckled and soon his tears stopped. He and Evan hung on to each other as if they would fall into complete darkness if they let go.

"W-we should probably c-clean you up," Evan said after a few minutes. He took out the same white box as before and opened it, taking out napkins and bandages.

"Fuck nah. It's gonna sting," Connor protested, shifting away. Evan smiled and shook his head.

"We m-must complete this mission, or e-else you'd probably pass out form blood l-loss."